So both dd and I are sick, it's raining, cold, DH is working insane hours on some last minute project. He'd be able to take off if I go into labor, but not to watch dd so his exhausted and sick DW can sleep. 
: DD just ran around all day yesterday with the start of a runny nose until the second we got started to get ready for bed, she started a coughing spell that lasted for the next 5 hours. I got no sleep, I'm so tired.
My mom is supposed to help out with the birth if we need her, watching dd, anything we need. My parents decided to go camping in the desert for the weekend, knowing I could go at any time. They have no access to a phone, cell phones don't work there. She told me to call and leave a message if I go into labor. What good is that going to do? They wouldn't get the message for at least a day for so. Not only that but my grandmother lives with them, she just spent 8 days in the hospital. She got out Wed. She is doing ok right now, but I have to be available if she needs something.
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My sister and I had planned all week for her to come and take dd for the am. I've been so excited, I got a new book, and was just going to relax, I haven't done that is so long. DD is sick, but I still sent her out anyway.
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I'm getting dd ready to leave, and hear one of my dogs start screaming in the kitchen. I run in just in enough time to spend a a few seconds with him before he died.
It's really ok, he was getting up there in years and had recently been sick. I've been dragging him into the vet every week for one issue after another, he had been comfortable for the last couple days. So at least he went quickly. Of course DH is 35 miles away, I'm trying to figure out what to do with the dog in my kitchen, while trying to explain to dd what happened, my other dog is freaking out. 
DD is off with auntie now, even though I'm glad Frankie didn't suffer, I'm upset. I can't enjoy my very rare time alone. My house feels so dirty now, I have to go clean it from top to bottom, again. My tub is set up just outside of the kitchen, I can't imagine sitting in it and looking where he died while I'm in labor. Plus, it is DH's 30th B-day today and I had planned on baking him a cake this afternoon, but I just can't bear to go into my kitchen.
: DD just ran around all day yesterday with the start of a runny nose until the second we got started to get ready for bed, she started a coughing spell that lasted for the next 5 hours. I got no sleep, I'm so tired.My mom is supposed to help out with the birth if we need her, watching dd, anything we need. My parents decided to go camping in the desert for the weekend, knowing I could go at any time. They have no access to a phone, cell phones don't work there. She told me to call and leave a message if I go into labor. What good is that going to do? They wouldn't get the message for at least a day for so. Not only that but my grandmother lives with them, she just spent 8 days in the hospital. She got out Wed. She is doing ok right now, but I have to be available if she needs something.
:My sister and I had planned all week for her to come and take dd for the am. I've been so excited, I got a new book, and was just going to relax, I haven't done that is so long. DD is sick, but I still sent her out anyway.
:I'm getting dd ready to leave, and hear one of my dogs start screaming in the kitchen. I run in just in enough time to spend a a few seconds with him before he died.
It's really ok, he was getting up there in years and had recently been sick. I've been dragging him into the vet every week for one issue after another, he had been comfortable for the last couple days. So at least he went quickly. Of course DH is 35 miles away, I'm trying to figure out what to do with the dog in my kitchen, while trying to explain to dd what happened, my other dog is freaking out. DD is off with auntie now, even though I'm glad Frankie didn't suffer, I'm upset. I can't enjoy my very rare time alone. My house feels so dirty now, I have to go clean it from top to bottom, again. My tub is set up just outside of the kitchen, I can't imagine sitting in it and looking where he died while I'm in labor. Plus, it is DH's 30th B-day today and I had planned on baking him a cake this afternoon, but I just can't bear to go into my kitchen.
I'm so sorry!! Do you have a friend nearby who could help you?
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Andrea
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